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Chapter Nine

Author: Cynthia Ray
last update Last Updated: 2024-07-08 22:50:00

"Yes, I am," Anastasia answered, and Harry's face fell.

"I thought he cheated on me," Anastasia began to explain. She told Harry everything that happened, from the video she received showing Matthew sleeping with another woman to the discussion she had with Matthew at his house.

"That day you saw me at his house. I only went there because he begged me to come over so that he could explain things to me. "Anastasia rambled on, but Harry kept silent.

"I never set out to hurt you. I didn't know I was still in love with Matthew until I set my eyes on him. I regret running off and not talking to him after I received that video on the morning of our wedding. Now that I know that he was not the person in the video, I can't hold myself back from being with him, "Anastasia said.

Harry sat really still, and Anastasia became worried, "Please say something," Anastasia begged.

She went closer to him and took his hand in hers, "I never meant to hurt you..."

"Cut the crap and say something else," Harry imploded, cutting Anastasia off and shoving her hand away.

"You knew exactly what you were doing. You used me for your selfish plans, and now that you want to go back to him, you want to toss me aside like a used tissue paper, "Harry said as his voice kept rising.

"Even after telling you everything that I stand to lose, you still want to go off with Matthew. Remember you signed a contract to marry me for a year, "Harry yelled as his lips trembled.

Anastasia had never seen anyone so angry. She suddenly felt afraid.

"I am not in a head space to discuss this right now ", Harry said and walked out.

Anastasia had known telling Harry she was still in love with Matthew was going to be difficult but she had not envisioned him being so angry.

When Harry got back to his room he started pacing back and forth. When he had walked into Anatasia's room and seen her moan and call out Matthew's name, he had known she was still in love with Matthew. But hearing her say it was so difficult. Harry could not understand why he was so angry. He quickly dressed up and left for the office.

Anastasia was feeling a lot of emotions at once. She was ashamed of her actions and shocked at how angry Harry had gotten. Even though she had not expected him to like her response, she also had not expected him to scream at her and walk out. Anastasia was worried about the legal document she had signed that stipulated how long she was to remain married to Harry.

While her mind was mulling over what to do her phone rang signalling an incoming call. She looked at the phone screen and saw that it was Matthew, Anastasia's face lit up with a smile and she immediately picked up the call.

A few minutes later she was on her way to Matthew's house. She had dressed to impress. She had on a lime green short a-line gown that accentuated her curves and showcased her long shapely legs. When Matthew opened the door, Anastasia flew into his arms.

The force of her embrace made him take a small step back, but he quickly regained his balance, wrapping his arms tightly around her.

Her hair, soft and flowing, brushed against his cheek as she nestled her head into his shoulder. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a perfect blend of tenderness and urgency. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in that intimate moment. The warmth of her lips, the taste of her breath, and the soft sighs they exchanged created a symphony of love and longing.

Eventually, they pulled back, just enough to look into each other's eyes. His hands moved to her face, gently caressing her cheeks as he whispered, "I missed you." "I missed you so much", Anastasia responded, with a soft, contented sigh, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw.

"Let's go in ", Matthew said as he held her hand and they walked into the sitting room.

Immediately they entered the house, Anastasia pulled Matthew closer, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt with a sense of urgency and desire. The door clicked shut behind them, sealing them in a world of their own. Her eyes locked onto his, Anastasia was captivated, and her heart started racing.

Anastasia smiled, being in Matthew's arms always had left her breathless and feverish with desire.

"I have been looking forward to this," she whispered, her voice husky with anticipation. Before he could respond, her lips captured his in a kiss that was nothing short of electrifying.

Her mouth moved against his with a fervour that spoke volumes of the longing she was feeling. The kiss was deep and hungry, their lips melding together with a fiery passion. Matthew could feel the heat radiating from her, seeping into his own body and igniting a similar blaze within him.

Their tongues danced, exploring each other's mouths with a mix of desperation and exquisite tenderness. Each touch, each caress, sent shivers down Anastasia's spine. Her lips were soft yet insistent, demanding his full attention. He responded in kind, matching her intensity, his hands moving to cradle her face, his thumbs brushing lightly against her cheeks.

The taste of him was intoxicating—his cologne tickled and captivated her senses.

She quickly discarded her quilted Chanel purse and pulled Matthew closer.

Anastasia quickly undid the buttons of his shirt and pulled them out of his trousers. She didn't care if Matthew was late for work. She wanted him.

Before long his trousers were pulled down and Anastasia saw the bulge in his pants. She quickly pulled his panties down and his erect dick sprang out.

Anastasia giggled with excitement as she held his dick and proceeded to kiss Matthew deeply.

They pulled back, and Anastasia looked deep into Matthew's eyes as she fondled his dick, "I want you deep inside me", Anastasia whispered and Matthew smiled back.

In a few moments, Anastasia was on Matthew's bed. He trailed soft kisses down her body, stopping to feast on her round perky breast. He continued his journey down her body and when he got to her pussy Anastasia moaned. When he flicked his tongue over her clitoris, Anastasia screamed out. She held onto his head as he expertly sucked and licked her pussy. Matthew's attention was suddenly captured by a ringing phone.

It was Anastasia's phone, "Let it ring ", Anastasia begged as she tried to pull his head back to what he was doing.

The phone stopped ringing and when Matthew was about to continue, it started ringing again.

"Let me get it for you", Matthew said and went out to get her bag from the sitting room.

By the time he got to the room, the phone had stopped ringing but soon after it started ringing again.

Anastasia opened the bag and brought out the phone. It was her sister Natasha.

Anastasia received the call, "I am at your gate now and I am with Britney", Natasha said from the phone.

Anastasia remembered that her sister had called that morning to tell her that she was coming to her place.

"You have to go?", Matthew asked and Anastasia nodded.

"Natasha is already at the house and I need to go", Anastasia begged, "I know we still need to talk about the status of our relationship but I will come back soon. I just need to see my sister ", Anastasia explained.

Anastasia got home to find Natasha and her sister parked outside her gate. They both drove in and shortly after they were all seated in the sitting room.

"Natasha, you didn't tell me Britney would be joining us," Anastasia said as she handed each of them a glass of margaritas.

"Ana, I know you're surprised to see Britney here, but there is something you need to hear about Matthew," Natasha said.

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